‘The sun shines out your beef curtains’, says the run-out groove, as Guy breaks away from his customary RAW power to hatch another outing on his new Top Shelf imprint. It must be an outlet for the weirder, more experimental side of the man’s personality as, after the slow-burring steam engine groove gets going, in pours a barrage of analogue wobbliness which is nothing short of mind-shreddingly psychedelic. As the tune powers on the alien orgy gains intensity until it’s almost sheer noise attack going on. The deranged spewing of a brilliantly sick mind! The flip is more in the RAW tradition of bass-heaving roller-disco whoopee.
4 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Kris Needs